The skies were overcast
Trees were dripping
Cars were in standstill
The houses were sleeping
The cold petrichor woke her ,
Feeling still ill –
But when she got a glimpse on the bookshelf,
She realised , she was no more the same being
I love reading and binging fandoms.
I try to write and draw.
Procrastination is my only talent.
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